Saturday, August 23, 2008

Prisoner of war

Eventually, they put an end
to their sleepless nights
They called it freedom, and
I was denied the rights

The right to go to school
holding HIS finger tight
The right to cuddle in HER
lap on a Saturday night

I am a Scape goat
Lying on the altar
That is what it feels like
To be a prisoner of this war

A war sans weapons
A war sans blood shed
Just a war of words
That leaves me dead!

8 comments:

RiverSoul said...

The pain of a war orphaned child. . . So well described.
His Woes are truely innumerable. How sad a plight.

Vinay said...

agreed riversoul...she has described it very well...!! :)

troubled mind of his, and many troubles he has as well...!!

RiverSoul said...

PS.
Blog updated
:)

Vinz aka Vinu said...

nice write up..went through other posts too..

the pain of the sufferer was depicted very well..!!

mahesh kamath said...

so after a break,
you're back on track :)
yes, this was really describing the agony... and i believe this is how terrorists are born... orphaned children of civilians who loose life in militant attacks...

Anyways, good work da, keep writing.... :)

Art and Poetry said...

Your poetry is very nice I like rhyming poetry, would you like a link?

Trinaa said...

*sob*sob*...beautiful...

RiverSoul said...

Hey nan,
Blog updated.
:)
Do visit.
:)